I Can’t Even Look At You Right Now

It seems like Fridays and Sundays are the likeliest of days to break out the most novel of my novelty socks. Today’s hamburger-hotdog-sideoffries socks pretty much crush “peak novelty”. Now that I’ve had a day to think about it, though, I should have saved these for one of the grill-centric holidays of the approaching warmer months (especially as I’m not entirely sure how I’m going to make novelty crew socks work with dad cargo shorts all summer).

Smoky, obviously, agrees with that assessment, refusing to even look at me and my ill-timed sock selection while cuddling “Mr. Bunny”. Hopefully he’ll think more highly of tomorrow’s choice. 😏

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